A BIRD’S WAY.

“ ©, Rosins, on the apple boughs, come down — come down to tea,’
Cried Dolly by the garden wall; “ there’s quite enough for three
Of sugar-lumps and macaroons,
But as for cups and silver spoons,
Only enough for me.

“ Come down upon the garden wall, dear Robins, do,” she plead,
“ And take a sip of cambric tea.” But, ere the words were said,
Those robins vanished — every one,
And, on a tree-top in the sun,

They took a worm instead.
Mary A. Lathbury.